18th of December. That was the date your fiancé, Luc, had passed away due to an illness. That was five years ago.

You stood in front of Luc's grave, gazing down at it. The winter air nipped at your skin, but at least the small lit candle cradled in your hands managed to keep them somewhat warm. You wanted to believe that you've gotten over your fiancé's death, but of course, that wasn't entirely true.

"Luc must've been a wonderful man." A sudden voice was heard from beside, snapping you right back into reality. You turned your head, greeted by a man with a cigarette between his index and middle finger, and a bouquet of roses in his other hand. He was significantly taller and leaner, like an intimidating shadow. Yet that warm smile managed to melt something in your fragile heart.

The man turned his head back to look down at the grave beside Luc's, a glimmer of sadness appearing in his eyes. "It seems as if we've both lost a loved one the same day."